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“Oh, yes.” Sensations are pulling me under, making it harder and harder to think.
He glances up, his eyes the darkest shade of blue I’ve ever seen. “I love how wet you get for me.”
“I love how hard you get for me.”
He grunts and gestures to the mirror. “You’ve seen yourself, right?”
My heart squeezes. “You always make me feel beautiful, Will.”
“You are beautiful, Khloe.”
I look in the mirror. The sight of Will on his knees, loving every moment of what he’s doing to me, nearly pushes me over the edge. My muscles tremble, and Will chuckles softly between my thighs. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I register that my phone is ringing, but then it stops. It’s not like I was going to drop everything and answer it anyway, and I’m not even sure Will can hear it over his hungry moans.
My thoughts shut down, go completely blank as he slips a thick finger into me, to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips involuntarily jerk forward, my clit smashing against his face.
“Will!” I cry out as I come, shattering completely. His tongue continues circling my sensitive clit as he slowly swirls his finger inside me. I wobble on shaky legs, and he backs me up until I’m on the bed, his mouth still between my thighs, his fingers still buried deep.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper.
His head lifts. “Now there’s an invitation I can’t refuse.” He stands, and I admire all six feet of hard muscles.
I point my finger. “Naked. Now.”
He grins. “You are a woman who knows what she wants.”
I’m about to roll over, but he puts his hand on me to stop me. “Center of the bed, on your back.”
I eye him. Is he seriously telling me he wants to do this missionary? But that position is boring and has never brought me to orgasm. I open my mouth to protest but he stops me. “Do it, Khloe.”
I do as he says, and he sheds his clothes, grabs a condom from the nightstand, and quickly sheathes himself.
“Open your legs. Show me your sweet pussy.”
My thighs widen, and I slide a hand in between. He grins. “You can remove your hand. Your pussy is all mine tonight.” He kneels between my legs, grips them and bends my knees, opening me even more. His eyes drop, roam over me. With the lightest of touches, he pets my pussy.
“So pretty,” he says. I turn my head to watch in the mirror. “Eyes on me, Khloe,” he commands in a soft voice. My head jerks back to his as his gaze bores into me, like he can see into the depths of my damn soul. I pray what he sees doesn’t scare him off.
He strokes himself, and balances on one arm as he lightly rubs his crown over my clit. A whimper catches in my throat.
“Right here,” he says. “This is where I need to be.” His hips power forward, and he fills me with one hard thrust.
“Will,” I cry out, and slide my hands around his back. His eyes never leave mine as he moves in and out of me, sliding easily into my slickness. An odd little lump settles into my throat as his lips find mine. His kisses are soft, wet, a deeper hunger, like he’s seeking something more, something we’ve yet to share. My hands circle his back, and my knees brush his sides as he thrusts, stretching my walls and stimulating me all over again.
His mouth leaves mine, and he kisses my nose, my eyes, my cheeks and chin before he buries his face in the sensitive hollow of my throat. I turn toward the mirror to see his body moving over mine, and there is a part of me that can’t believe this man—one with a kinky side—is taking me in the missionary position.
But it’s unlike any missionary position I’m familiar with. No, the way he’s taking me feels anything but vanilla. In fact, it’s deeply profound, incredibly moving, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re... making love...with our hearts involved. Could Bevey be right? Could Will be the happiest he’s ever been, because of me? The way he’s kissing me, touching me, loving me... I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. Is it possible that I was wrong, that there is a man out there for me and I’m currently in bed with him? If so, does that mean when I tell him my findings, he won’t run back to Naomi?
He inches back and places a hand on my cheek, and his heat seeps below my skin, wraps around my trembling heart. His hips rock, rotate, his pelvis stimulating my aching clit, his eyes moving over my face. But there is something in that gaze, something that I’ve never seen before.
“Will,” I say as I hold on to him harder, afraid if I loosen my grip, I’ll tumble into the unknown and never be able to find my way back...from loving him. My flesh ignites, pleasure pinpoints between my legs, and all the air leaves my lungs as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had tornadoes through me. I gasp, clench around him and scratch at his back. His mumbled curses whirl around me, the room fading to black. Wetness coats him as he continues pulsing in and out.
“I feel yo
u,” he murmurs. He pumps into me, slow movements that prolong the pleasure and bring on another orgasm. My inner walls quiver, pull him in deeper, until he’s touching me on a whole different level.
“Oh my God!” I cry.
“Khloe, look at me.”
